Green Monster Epic

Chapter 463: Death of a Tyrant

Boom! Boom boom!

The magnificent Chieftain's Castle began to collapse from the inside out. From the collapsing rubble, several figures brandished various weapons and burst through the walls.

Allen's face was covered in dust, mixed with the blood of himself and his enemies, making him look very disheveled.

Surrounding him, Wormeye, Arier, Eric, and Nicol, four powerful figures, formed a circle, together with Allen, trapping Bileir, the chieftain of the Ajinaga tribe, in the center.

At this moment, Bileir had already activated his Berserk skill. Although his strength had increased severalfold, he was still left with several deep wounds by the encirclement, and dark green blood trickled down his body and armor.

"When did you all collude together??"

Panting heavily, despair shone in Bileir's eyes as he questioned loudly, hoping to understand even in death.

No one answered him, because the wilderness had always been a place of survival of the fittest. Now that you have become the meat on the chopping board, no one dares to relax before turning this prey into food.

The small magic barrier, originally intended as the last line of defense to protect the castle's safety, had now become Bileir's death trap. The semi-transparent shield, only a hundred meters above, was like an impassable chasm, separating Bileir from the world outside the castle.

At this moment, Bileir could even faintly feel countless Ajinaga warriors outside the shield waving their sharp weapons, attacking the shield in swarms, stirring up ripples, but still unable to break through its defenses.

At the same time, Allen and Wormeye and the others moved simultaneously, pouncing towards Bileir in front of them.

"Ah!!"

Just as Allen and the others began to move, Bileir resolutely took out a bottle of crimson potion and poured it into his mouth without hesitation.

At the same time, with a flick of his hand, a crystal shimmering with brilliant light was thrown towards Allen's location.

Boom! Boom!

The moment the crystal hit the ground and shattered, a surge of magical power emanated from it. Two explosions comparable to 7th-tier magic directly engulfed Allen and Wormeye beside him.

Allen's expression was solemn. Bonecleaver directly executed a vertical split, the Heaven-Opening Sword Style ignoring the flame storm in front of him, carrying Allen's will forward and slashing out.

A 6-7 meter wide pillar of flame was directly cleaved open by Allen's sword style, and the remaining force swept towards Bileir directly in front. However, at this time, Bileir's pupils had turned a ghastly green, as if a fierce demon had crawled up from the abyss. His body was also constantly squirming, and thorns pierced through his legendary armor. His height increased from about 1.9 meters to nearly 2.5 meters.

Clang!!

The heavy two-handed warhammer, in Bileir's hands at this moment, was as light as a one-handed hammer. With a slight wave, it stirred up an energy storm, easily withstanding Allen's Heaven-Opening strike.

"Heh heh heh, you all forced me to do this. If I die, you'll have to be buried with me!!!"

The strong smell of sulfur, along with Bileir's words, who had completely changed his appearance and even grown a pair of slender, curved horns on his head, spread to the surroundings.

While uttering harsh words, Bileir was not idle. His elongated arm lifted up, and the warhammer swept towards Allen again. Seeing this, Allen retracted and released Bonecleaver, directly meeting the attack head-on. While retracting and releasing, the Berserk skill was also activated. Although his body was a whole head shorter than Bileir's at this moment, his aura was not inferior at all.

Boom!!

The moment the sword and hammer collided, they bounced open at the same time. Allen only felt a huge force rebounding back, and his feet stumbled as he staggered back a few steps. Looking at Bileir in front, the patches of bone callus that gradually grew out on his body directly withstood the attacks of Wormeye, Arier, and the other two. In the confrontation with Allen, not only did he not retreat a step, but he even had the strength to control the warhammer that had been knocked away, and with a backhand strike, he sent the weaker ogre Nicol flying.

Boom!!

The ogre's mountain-like body rolled several times on the ground until it crashed into the solid granite in the castle ruins, and then stopped. When Nicol struggled to get up, a large piece of the wall-like armor in front of his chest was deeply dented.

Wormeye's spiked club swung like the wind, but under the extraordinary protection of Bileir's bone callus, apart from countless broken bones flying horizontally, Bileir's body seemed to be completely unaffected by Wormeye's attack.

Arier's double axes harvested more than the spiked club, but it was only limited to inflicting a little painless wound on Bileir under the protection of the thick bone callus.

Fists, feet, and the horns on his head all became Bileir's weapons of attack. Every seemingly casual movement brought heavy pressure to Arier and Wormeye, who were fighting against him. The increase in strength that a mere bottle of potion brought to Bileir completely exceeded Allen, Wormeye, and the others' imagination. You must know that Wormeye and Arier were both genuine Legendary High-tiers, while Bileir was only a Legendary Mid-tier before.

The more Wormeye fought, the more excited he became. His eyes and the corners of his mouth were filled with madness. After he roared, his body suddenly burst into flames, and the spiked club in his hand became lighter and faster. Arier was not like Wormeye. Even in the most intense battle, he maintained enough calmness, lurking around Bileir from a distance, like a poisonous snake, looking for Bileir's flaws.

The main attacker was still Allen. After all, this joint action was all brought together by Allen alone, and for this, he had already prepared to burn his boats. His other companions could slack off and be cautious, but Allen could not. After reaching this point, he had no retreat.

After the Berserk skill was activated, Allen also poured a bottle of Dragon Blood Rage Potion into his mouth. This was originally his trump card, and using it now showed his determination.

The effect of the Rage Potion was similar to the Berserk skill. Now, after Allen drank it, the blood vessels under his skin bulged out one by one, and even the tiny capillaries in the whites of his eyes burst directly under the influence of the potion, dyeing his pupils ghostly green.

His originally pale yellow skin also seemed to have changed color, transforming into a green-skinned goblin covered in long hair.

"Ah!!!"

Unable to withstand the blood surging and galloping in his blood vessels, Allen roared, and at the same time, his feet shook the ground, and the solid granite within a few meters shattered into fist-sized gravel on the spot. Allen's own body exceeded the visible range of vision, as if the whole person suddenly disappeared. When he reappeared, he was already in front of Bileir.

"Heh heh heh!!"

Bileir was not surprised but delighted. His right hand directly delivered a heavy blow, smashing towards Allen, who was several heads shorter than himself.

Boom!!

Using the Ground-Shattering Strike combat skill, Allen did not retreat a step, directly meeting the opponent head-on. Accompanied by a violent shock, Allen's entire body sank deep into the solid ground, and his calves disappeared from sight.

Bileir's warhammer was raised high in the recoil, but soon it was another heavy blow, falling towards Allen again.

Allen bent his thighs, then jumped up, and before Bileir's warhammer fell, he took the initiative to meet it again.

Gravel splashed, and Arier, Wormeye, and the others also acted one after another, taking advantage of Bileir's focus on Allen, and landing their respective weapons and combat skills on Bileir's tall and hideous body.

While Bile's defense and attack power had skyrocketed, it seemed his intelligence had decreased significantly along with these increases. Several attacks landed on Bile from behind and around him, but he didn't dodge or evade. The heavy blows caused him to sway repeatedly, and even the warhammer swung at Allen was somewhat deformed.

The Bone Cleaver, enhanced by the Threefold Wave technique, soared into the sky, not giving the warhammer's force a chance to reach its maximum power. With an upward slash, it aimed directly at Bile's chest, protected by both bone spurs and armor.

Creak, creak~~

The Bone Cleaver created a spark. Bile's tattered, ill-fitting armor in front of him was split into two pieces, dangling before him. Beneath the armor, a deep sword mark was etched onto the bone spurs, but it failed to penetrate, let alone injure Bile.

However, Bile seized the opportunity of Allen's pouncing motion. Although the warhammer was too long to hit Allen, his empty left hand delivered a powerful blow to Allen's legendary leather armor, only to be blocked by a suddenly appearing Frost Shield.

The ice shield only lasted a moment under Bile's fist before turning into a cloud of exploding snowflakes. Allen seized this opening, using the force of the rebound to somersault backward, unafraid of Bile taking the chance to pursue him.

Maggot Eye and Yariel, with great coordination, launched their attacks at this moment. The spiked hammer smashed towards Bile's legs, while the two hand axes chopped directly at his thick waist.

Nicol, catching his breath, rejoined the battlefield. A spear shot out as fast as lightning, aiming directly at the root of Bile's thigh, not caring if it was a despicable move.

Eric, in the most awkward and leisurely position, maintained the coverage of the anti-air domain, while helping Allen and the others clear out the surviving goblin warriors in the castle. With his destructive power, even if he joined the legendary battle, he might not be able to pose any threat to the mutated Bile at this time.

Bile delivered a side kick, ignoring the sharp barbs on Maggot Eye's spiked hammer, and with a thwack, Maggot Eye's spiked hammer was knocked away. Then, Bile's left elbow slammed down, stopping Yariel's chopping motion. He took a few steps to temporarily evade Bile's attack.

Only Nicol's spear pierced into the bone spurs on the outside of Bile's left thigh, penetrating more than three inches. But at the same time, Bile's warhammer, which had failed to hit Allen earlier, swept horizontally. As the hammer and spear crossed paths, Nicol was once again thrown off balance and tumbled to the left.

At this moment, Allen had regrouped and charged back. Ignoring the fatigue in his body's muscles, he finally unleashed the Heaven-Opening skill again.

A deafening roar shook the foundations of the entire castle, and even the magic lock in the sky rippled continuously.

Bile, who didn't know how to dodge and just stubbornly endured Allen's attack, was finally sent flying dozens of meters away by this strike, leaving deep cracks in the ground. Bile's bone spurs were now tattered, and in some places, there was no trace of bone spurs, directly revealing the decaying muscles and bones underneath.

"Gah... cough!!"

The madness in Bile's eyes intensified, and he coughed out a mouthful of flesh and blood. His left arm was already broken, but with a gentle twist of his right hand, the muscles re-wrapped around the broken area, and then the bone recovered to normal at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Allen's situation was not much better than Bile's. Countless cuts had opened on his exposed skin, and streaks of dark green blood flowed from the wounds. Although the main blood vessels, like earthworms, that covered his body had not been burst by the surging blood, the faint pain of the blood scraping against the walls of the blood vessels like knives was very unpleasant.

Allen gritted his teeth, reinvigorated his sore arms, and with continuous steps of the Ripplewalk, a series of afterimages continued to attack.

The fierce battle continued, and Allen's side, with the advantage in the number of legendary figures, had actually taken control of the situation. As time passed, Bile's formidable strength, which was almost comparable to a demigod, gradually began to wane, just like Allen, who was gradually weakening after his dual berserk state.

However, although they had the advantage, Allen and the others did not dare to delay any longer. According to the collected intelligence, the energy contained in the magic lock device under the castle could only support the magic lock shield for four or five magic hours at most.

After all, they were not a powerful force like a temple. The wealth and resources accumulated by a large tribe like the Ajina Jaga tribe for dozens of generations were only enough to access a small magic lock that protected an area of one or two thousand meters.

The activation and maintenance of this type of small magic lock required a lot of resources. Every minute of activation consumed the energy of a gem.

Even the wealthiest tribes would not store massive amounts of resources in the magic lock control room at ordinary times. At most, they would store a batch of resources sufficient to activate the magic lock and maintain it for several magic hours.

When the tribe was in a critical situation of life and death, this period of protection would give the tribe enough time to replenish more resources and invest them in the magic controller that maintained the magic lock.

At this time, Maggot Eye, Yariel, and Nicol's attacks had an effect. The unnaturally grown bone spurs and scales were broken into pieces in the fight with Allen, revealing the flesh and bones underneath that were gradually turning black.

Nicol raised his spear to help Yariel block a heavy hammer blow. Yariel seized the opportunity, passed between Bile's legs, and then jumped up, slashing two deep marks on Bile's back with his two sharp battle axes.

"Pfft!!"

Dark, foul-smelling blood splattered on Yariel's body, and Yariel's chain armor actually made a sizzling corrosive sound, scaring Yariel into quickly withdrawing, while not forgetting to shake off the stained blood on the battle axe.

Thump thump thump!!

"Hiss!! Pfft!!"

Bile fell into despair, his eyes revealing ferocity and determination. He clenched his left fist and slammed it hard on his chest, mutilating himself, then took a deep breath and spewed a long stream of foul blood at the surroundings.

The few people surrounding him slowly retreated, but Allen went against the trend and used a Raging Tide Sword, transforming into a level thirteen hurricane and sweeping towards Bile.

"Hehehehe!!"

Bile was still laughing wildly, and suddenly threw the warhammer in his right hand into the hurricane, hindering Allen's movements.

At the same time, his empty hands turned into a pair of sharp claws, digging and tearing at his chest, revealing the completely deformed internal organs inside.

A dark black heart was beating strongly in the left chest cavity. Bile glanced at the surrounding enemies with gloomy and hateful eyes, then reached into his chest again, and squeezed his own heart, along with the main blood vessels, into the palm of his hand.

The heart seemed to feel the owner's determination, and the beating became more intense. At the same time, as the beating speed increased sharply, a fist-sized heart gradually swelled, and in an instant, it exceeded the size of an ogre's head.

"Let's go to hell together!!"

These few words became the last words of Bile, the chieftain of the Ajina Jaga tribe, in this life.

"Hehehehe~~"

Boom!!